Post by .Mushroom♥Cheshire; on Feb 5, 2012 1:29:36 GMT -5
Anvidr
Stormclouds for my wings, the ocean beneath my hooves.
Stormclouds for my wings, the ocean beneath my hooves.
This land was unfamiliar.
That in itself was not terribly unusual. Anvidr was used to the ways of a wanderer: she had been one since her second year of life. That was ages ago, now: that day when the ocean had chewed her up and spit her out and made itself her king. Since then, she'd gone where she pleased and did as she liked, and called no place her home.
Her hooves had taken her to many different places, each stranger than the last. This was no different: a place she'd never been, some familiar sights, some new. The hills were the most interesting part: steep, tall, vicious, imposing. Anvidr had considered climbing them, and thought better of it. No, not today. Probably not ever. She had somewhere to be, she felt, and she was in the process of finding out where that was.
She couldn't name what brought her here. She had spent much time on the edges of the basin, the place closest to the ocean that no herd claimed as it's own. She tended to keep away from herdlands: she was big enough and strong enough that she could hold her own in a fight, but why bother if you didn't explicitly have to?
She was near herdlands now, she knew that, and it was making her somewhat uncomfortable. But try as she might, the urge that had brought her this far would not be ignored-- she'd tried and failed to, and now she was here. Wherever here was. Perhaps it was wanderlust, perhaps it was something more.
Whatever it was, she hoped it would find it's satiation and leave her alone, so that she might continue her devotions to water and wind in peace.